I wrote this poem years ago—before writing BIG-BONED. At one point I modified it to win some makeover-your-life prize from Men's Health magazine. If you've seen the way I dress, you'll realize I didn't win.
When I envisioned BIG-BONED as a movie (as I do for most of the things I write) I pictured the words spiraling from out of a dark abyss which, as the camera pulls back (at the last word), turns out to be the belly-button of Tim—who is standing anxiously on the soccer field in the opening dream sequence.
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